Page 99 of Pretty Little Threats

“Fuck, princess.” I grasp her hips and try to slow her down, but she takes it as a challenge, grinding and rolling her hips until all I can do is hold on, panting as she fucks me.

“That’s right, Dare,” she murmurs, pulling my hair again.

I fight another whimper, determined not to let it out, but she tugs my strands a little harder and it rips out of me.

Rose practically purrs in approval. “You’re going to come for me like a good husband now, aren’t you?” Her lips claim mine and she rides me harder, flexing again and again, gasping as her own release chases mine.

My eyes flutter closed and my hips jerk up to meet hers, muscles tensing as I bury myself deep and come with a strangled cry that Rose swallows, moaning into my mouth as her cunt pulses and she soaks my length with her cum.

She writhes as hot threads of cum coat her walls. Breaking the kiss, she rests her forehead against mine. We share oxygen, breathing life into one another. Reveling inthe nirvana we shared. It’s better than anything I’ve ever known. My mind reels as I cling to her, and my heart pounds harder than it ever has before.

Rose brushes her lips over mine and whispers, “You’re fucked now, beast.”

Eventually, Rose falls asleep. I wait to make sure her breathing is deep and even before slipping out of bed. I creep into the closet and pull on black fatigues and a black T-shirt. All the better to hide the blood with. For safety’s sake, I grab the shoulder holsters from my office, sheathing my HK pistols before heading out. The guard Remy sent jolts when I stride out of the front door. Probably surprised to see me slipping out of the house at two a.m.

“Sir,” he says, falling into step.

“Stay here.”

“I was instructed?—”

Whirling around, I point the barrel of my gun at him.

He throws his hands up and takes a few quick steps back.

“I said. Stay. Here.” I wait until he nods, then gesture him toward the front stairs of my house. Once he’s back where he belongs, standing sentinel and guarding Rose, I put the pistol away and slide into the back of my car.

The privacy glass is down and Adan, my on-call late-night driver, glances back at me. “Where to?”

“The factory.”

He nods, rolls up the glass, and pulls away from the curb.

I pay him well enough not to make mindless conversation. Staring out of the window and watching the peoplebumbling about, drunk or exhausted, I focus on what needs to be done.

Remy will try and talk me out of it.

But I’m not going to kill the guy.

I’m only making sure he doesn’t make the same mistake again. The image of his hands all over Rose as he tried to keep her on the dance floor with him play through my mind. The obvious discomfort on her face. The relief when she saw me.

Clenching my fists in my lap, I take slow and even breaths, counting until Adan pulls up to the unassuming building. What was once a glass factory is now Frank’s. It has a multipurpose use: housing bakery supplies in the front and a holding cell of sorts for anyone who needs special handling in the back. There’s also a small gym and apartment for any of his mercenaries who need to lay low.

Climbing out of the car, I nod at Adan and let him know I’ll text him when I’m ready. The driver dips his head and gets back into the car without another word. Adan used to be one of Frank’s guys. An injury to his hip limited his mobility, and a mercenary with that sort of weakness is as good as caught or dead. Adan retired early, and I pay him well enough not to ask questions.

Remy greets me inside with crossed arms and a glare that would make weaker men blanch. I arch an eyebrow and stop inches from him, purposefully bumping my chest into his arms.

“You got something to say, Remy?”

Jaw tight, he glances away. “I hope she’s worth it.”

Remembering the way Rose softened for me, then fiercely rode me and made me hers as much as I made her mine, or the way she looked so alone when I found her crying, and all I wanted to do was shield her from theworld, I can say with certainty that she is. “One day, you’ll understand.”

Remy gives me a look. More than mine, his life is not suited for love. Mercenaries can die or get locked away for life at any given moment. Then there are the other mercenaries that’ll come to put you down. Remy’s almost been taken out a few times, but my friend is one of the best. Frank made sure of that. But one thing Remy may never understand is what it feels like to love a woman.

Love?

The word swirls through my head, and even though the thought of Rose and me together makes no sense, it feels right. Who better to protect a princess than a guy like me? If she were to marry someone like that prick Eric Vanderbelt, he would have stifled her. He’d find ways to extinguish her fire, rather than let it blaze.

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